A Game Of Poker Or Try To Pokeher

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"Which game do you want to play?" He asked.

"The only card game I know is poker." Rachael replied.

Carl grinned and said, "Really? You're good at it are you?"

"I'm good, really, really good!" Rachael shot back with a smirk widening into a grin.

"You are, are you? At poker or...?" Carl left the sentence hanging.

"At poker, yes. Other things too but you'll never know!"

"Poker it is. So what are we playing for?"

"I don't have any money," Rachael said.

"Clothes?" Carl asked.

"Really? Clothes? You want to play strip poker?" Rachael's eyes widened as she replied in a high-pitched shriek, "I'm your sisters friend for heaven sake not your girlfriend!"

"Oh come on! You've been giving me peeks at your bits for years! Besides you don't have any money, so what else would you suggest we play for?"

Rachael sighed and nodded agreement.

Carl shuffled and said, "I think rather then just giving up a piece of clothing, we should bet each hand."

"What do you mean?" Rachael asked puzzled.

"We'll bet and raise with pieces of clothing just like you would with money."

Rachael frowned as she thought about it, then nodded her agreement.

"Okay." She frowned, then added, "Well I guess if we have to bet we can do it that way. But no cheating!"

Carl grinned and said as he dealt, "Trust me!"

"Yeah, right!" Rachael snorted picking up her cards.

She pulled three from her hand and tossed them on the table.

Carl did the same with three of his cards, then dealt three cards to Rachael and three to himself.

Rachael picked up the cards. She had a four of Diamonds to go with the four of Spades she had and a ten of Hearts to go with the ten of Diamonds she also held.

"One shoe," Rachael bet tentatively.

"I'll see your shoe and raise you one."

"Call," she responded.

Carl grinned and laid down a pair of Aces.

Rachael smiled back and laid down her two pair, which brought a disgusted look from Carl as he pulled off his shoes.

Rachael shuffled and dealt the cards for the next hand. After the draw Carl bet everything he had on, 5 pieces of clothing. Rachael had a flush and was confident of winning. She called, knowing she had a reserve, 6 pieces of clothing. With a huge grin Carl laid down a full house.

Rachael was shocked. He beat her flush!

Carl grinned and tapped the table, "Pay up!"

Rachel frowned as she slowly removed her clothes. She hesitated to remove her bra, but finally did, dropping it on the table.

Carl had difficulty taking his eyes off her firm breasts as well as paying attention to dealing the next hand. He lost, then lost the next three hands and was down to his boxers.

"We’re even. I have my boxers and you your panties." He said, "How about we spice up the game?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"Think of something you'd want from me if you win."

"You come to my house and be my cleaning slave for a week." Rachael said,"What do you want from me?"

Carl grinned and replied, "What else, Pussy!"

"Carl! I'm not your girlfriend!"

"That's okay. When I win I won't tell anyone if you don't."

Rachael considered. She was on a hot streak. Gambling fever had her and she was sure she could win.

"Your on!"

When they laid down their cards Carl had a flush to Rachael's pair.

"You really want sex from me?" she asked, nervously.

"Yes! And right now," He said as he pulled off his boxers.

Rachael never welched on a bet. She slowly pulled off her panties. Carl was hard as she straddled his lap. He gleefully rubbed the head of his hard rod against her slit, then slowly pulled her down onto it. As his balls nestled against her he groaned, enjoying the warm tight, feel of her pussy around his hard cock.

She smiled, flexed her pelvic muscles, squeezing his cock with a tight, warm velvety embrace as she said, "I told you I was good at other things."

Carl nodded, then grinned as he took hold of her hips, "I really should tell you, I cheated on that hand."

She leaned forward, slowly rotating her hips as she licked his ear lobe and whispered, "I really should tell you, I threw away three of a kind and would have had a full house."